Welcome back for chapter two. I know, chapter one was all just one big paragraph. That was a one-time thing, you have my word. That being said, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. PS, we're now in Captain America's point of view.
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Two Of A Kind

As the room was waiting for Nick Fury's answer, I could feel the tension build in the room. "What else are you hiding, Director?" He took a deep breath and before he answered, something dropped down from the ceiling and pinned me to the ground. While I was on the ground, I heard everyone draw their weapon.

"Don't shoot!" From what I could see, from the leg down, it was a relatively small assailant.

"What do you mean don't shoot, Fury? She just attacked Captain America."

"If she wanted to kill him, she would have done it."

"How do you know that?"

"Because we created her." I went to turn my head to look at Director Fury but my assailant kept my head turned down.

"Created her? Like in a lab experiment?"

"Yes, Tony."

"So she's basically all human?"

"Exactly, except for one thing."

"What's that?"

"Since she has broken out of her tank, we haven't been able to properly download the most important cognitive program in the last sequence."

"Meaning?"

"She can't speak. She knows what we're saying but she can't speak. She has to be taught how." I saw Tony's shoes step forward.

"Alright, so how many of her are there?"

"She's the only one out of one-hundred and twenty-five to survive. I was starting to think we were never going to get the formula right for one of her."

"So what are we going to do with her?"

"Exactly what she was designed for: to be the perfect weapon. Only problem is, she won't be able to accept any orders we give her without being about to speak back to us."

"So someone has to teach her to talk? I'll do it." I watched Tony's foot step forward but my assailant cocked a gun at him, making him back off. "Or maybe I won't."

"Alright, Experiment 125, who do you want to teach you to speak?" The room went silent for a few minutes and I felt myself get yanked back to my feet. I got a good look at my assailant and I had to admit that she was very easy on the eyes. She looked me over and then nodded at Nick Fury. "You want Captain America to teach you?" She nodded again, making Tony laugh.

"She wants someone who is stuck in the past to teach her how to talk?"

"What's wrong with that, Tony? Speaking didn't change when I was frozen." My assailant looked at me and tilted her head at me. "Long story." She simply nodded, making Fury chuckle.

"It seems as if she understands him already, Tony. Captain, we'll provide you two with a room right away. If that's alright with you, of course." I looked at my assailant who nodded, making me nod. Fury knocked on the door and two men walked into the room. He whispered something to them, motioning towards me and experiment 125 and they nodded.

"Follow us, Captain America." Experiment 125 lowered her gun but tucked it in her pants, refusing to give it up in case she needed it. She followed me and the two men led us to an empty room, save for a bench in the corner. Before I could say anything to the two men, they left and closed the door behind us. I looked at experiment 125 and forced a smile.

"I'm Steve Rogers." She tilted her head at me again, looking down at my Captain America uniform.

"Captain." She was a fast learner.

"That's who I am in the uniform. When I don't have it on, I'm Steve Rogers."

"Steve Rogers."

"Very good." Now I was stuck. Where was I supposed to go from here and what was I supposed to call her? Experiment 125 is just a little informal, in my opinion. As I was thinking to myself, I didn't notice that experiment 125 was getting closer to me until I turned my head to look at her. At that point, she was closely inspecting my uniform and by closely I mean that she could've been wearing my shirt. Our eyes met and I froze for some reason. She reached out to touch my shirt and I held my breath as she got closer. She touched my uniform with one finger and pulled away quickly, as if something bit her. She tilted her head again and slowly reached out to touch my shirt again, this time with her whole hand outstretched. When her palm touched my chest, I felt as if something stung me but I knew nothing was there except her hand and that couldn't have done it. She pulled her hand away, examining in it as she pulled it back to her. "Is there something wrong?" She shrugged. "Does your hand hurt?" She shook her head and bit her lip, as if she was trying to say something. Man, I was being a lousy teacher so far.

-FIN-

That's it for this chapter. Sorry this took so long. I was immersed in my Supernatural story. Hope you all enjoyed it and the next one will be out soon. Reviews are appreciated. : )